If discovery is imminent Then what shall I do Just face reality And risk feeling blue? I thought I desired…

Gentle shades of patience
Smeared the truth upon her soul

I need no one who could tell
That I keep myself
In Living hell

The Saturday night of alcohol brawls
Mum at the window
Where the ground below calls

Throw the apathy cloak
Over deep lidded eyes

Beneath my skin creeps San Francisco  In the dawn of an early quake And the rising feeling of destruction Means…